Loving Angel (10 page)

“
That right there is gonna help you keep your man.”

I gave her a skeptical look
. I didn’t see how a big fake shlong was gonna help me keep my man, but I had an open mind so I would hear her out.

“
Do you know how to suck a dick properly?”

“
You know damn well I never sucked dick before, except for that one time I tried to suck Tyga’s and he stopped me,” I said peeved. She already knew all that because I was the one who told her.

“
That’s exactly my point. You probably weren’t doing it right, that’s why he stopped you,” she explained. “I’m gonna teach you how to do it so well you’ll be better than super head. You’re gonna practice on that Mandingo and I’ll tell you what to do.”

My spirits perked up immediately because I could see the benefits to what she was saying.
Everybody knew men loved head, and if I wasn’t giving it to him he might feel the need to go out and get it from some other bitch. Then I would have to fuck him and a bitch up. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my new buddy from the plastic packaging. The real thing felt better to the touch, but I could work with it.

“
First thing you want to do is make sure you use your lips not your teeth. You want to make sure you keep your lips between your teeth and the dick at all times,” she instructed. “Then you’re just gonna slobber all over it to get it wet, spit on that shit if you have to, and use your hands to work the base up and down.”

I took the fake dick into my mouth and started trying what she said. Daisy started laughing her ass off immediately
and that made me start laughing also.
Fucking Bitch
.

“
You look so weird doing that shit,” she cracked up wiping tears from her eyes.

“
Seriously bitches, act grown for a moment,” Keya ordered, but she was trying not to smile.

“
OK, OK, I’m zipping it,” Daisy assured her. She pantomimed sealing her mouth with a zipper.

“
As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. Get the dick mad wet so that your mouth and tongue can glide easily up and down the shaft.”

I got the dildo lubed with my spit and the
n started bobbing up and down while I worked it with my hand. She told me to try relaxing my throat so I could take it deeper. That shit was so long my gag reflex kept kicking in every time I took it deep. But she said that with practice I would become better at deep throating. I learnt how to use my hands to pump the dick while I sucked the tip and how to work the balls with both my mouth and hands. By the time she was done I was a fairly proficient dick sucker. I couldn’t wait to try my new tricks on Tyga.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

TYGA

It felt good being home. As soon as I got in the car at the airport I called my shorty on the phone.

“
Hey bay.” Her voice always sounded so sexy and I could just picture a smile on those beautiful pink lips of hers.

“
Hey Sexy, daddy’s home and he’s been missing his pussy. Be at the apartment when I get there.” I ordered.

“
I’ll be waiting,” she purred. I ended the call. That’s what I loved about my bitch; she came when I called without question and never complained. I was missing shorty like crazy while I was away. I was fucking some bitch in Arizona I met in a club and actually called out Angel’s name when I was coming. That’s how much I missed her, because a nigga never made that mistake before.

I had a
good time down there in Ari plus I was about to make some good paper from the connect I made down there. It was an idea I got from this Jamaican dude in prison. He made me realize that I could tap into the weed market and make some good money, since shit was so tight since 9/11 and the recession you had to make paper by any means necessary. He had a contact for some serious high grade weed and list of customers that he was willing to sell me. He also gave me the idea to create a trucking company using a phony shell corporation, so that I could use the trucks to transport the weed. I was starting off buying a thousand pounds and seeing where things went from there.

When I got home the sound of music was coming from the bedroom.
I followed Alicia Key’s voice and found my girl decked out on the bed in a red negligee set. My junk was standing at attention immediately.

“
Welcome home daddy,” she smiled seductively.

“
If this is my welcome I need to leave more often,” I teased. I took shorty in my arms and kissed her sweet cheery flavored lips. Our tongues danced and our clothes came off. Shorty sucked on a nigga’s nipples, and then kissed her way down my stomach until she got to my dick. She looked at me with those pretty green eyes and took me into her mouth. She had tried that shit before and damn near tore the skin off my dick with her teeth so I was a little leery, but I’d give her a second chance. She used her spit to get it all wet and slippery and started fisting it while she sucked on the tip. That shit felt so damn amazing. But the thing that had me going crazy both physically and mentally was when she started bobbing on my dick and deep throating it like a professional. I knew this bitch didn’t know this shit a couple days ago, so the question to be answered was what the fuck she’d been up to while I was away. It was like a time bomb went off inside my head.

I grabbed her by the hair and snatched her off my
dick. “What have you been doing while I was gone?” I demanded.

She was looking at me all surprised and confused.
I pulled her hair a little harder and shook her. “Answer me bitch. You’ve been giving away my pussy.” I accused.

“
What are you talking about? Why would you think that?” Tears were running down her cheeks.

“
I leave three days ago, three fucking days and when I return you’re sucking dick like you’ve been practicing on another nigga,” I raged. “Who thought you that shit? I swear to god I’m gonna body the two of you.”

“
It wasn’t another guy,” she sobbed. “Keya thought me how to do it on a dildo. I swear.”

I gave her a look of disbelief. Was I supposed to b
uy that shit?

“
I swear I’m not lying bay,” she pleaded. “Let me call her and you’ll see.”

“
Where’s your phone at?”

She pointed at her purse on the bedside table. I grabbed it and dumped the contents on the bed. I found her IPhone and brought up her call log.

“Why do you have so many niggas calling you anyway?” I demanded. “You’re my bitch, I don’t want another nigga calling your phone. It’s disrespectful to me.”

“
They’re just friends. I’ll delete their numbers.”

“
Don’t worry I’ll do it.” I glared at her.

I hit send on her cousin
’s number. It rang three times before she answered.

“
Chick I thought you were getting your freak on,” Keya said by way of greeting.

“
Yo ma, I’m calling to thank you for what you taught my shorty.” I wasn’t about to come out and ask her if she taught my girl how to suck dick. With this bitch I wouldn’t be able to tell if her answer was a lie or the truth.

Her tone of voice changed immediately. There was now a purr to it.
“You’re welcome, I got a couple more tricks where that one came from, but you got to come to the source for those.”

“
That’s what’s up?”

“
I can never teach a bitch all my tricks, how am I gonna steal their nigga if I do that. As good as it felt when she was sucking on your dick, just imagine how a pro like me can do it.”

“
A’ight ma, I here you.” I ended the call and then deleted all the male numbers from Angel’s phone.

She was standing beside me crying quietly. I felt bad for going off on her like that. I don
’t know what came over me. Just the thought of another nigga in my pussy filled me with rage. “Come here ma.” I pulled her into my arms and she came willing. She started sobbing into my chest while I rubbed her hair and back. “I’m sorry Sexy. I don’t know what came over me.” I lifted her head and used my thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheeks. I looked into her eyes and admitted, “A nigga loves you. And to show you how much, I’m gonna do something to you I’ve never done to another chick and won’t ever do to another. Can I show you?”

She
nodded yes and whispered, “I love you too.”

I kissed her gently on the lips and then laid her on the bed.
I placed her legs on my shoulders and then kissed her fat bottom lips. I licked her slit from top to bottom which made her moan. I actually liked her taste. For some reason I thought the taste would be fishy, but it was more tangy like berry juice. I used my thumbs to open her pussy and then started sucking on her clit. She nearly came off the bed and started screaming and moaning in earnest. I never knew sucking pussy could turn a nigga on so much, but that shit had me hard as a mother fucker. I slipped two fingers into her hot slit and started working them inside her kitty while I sucked on her clit. She clenched around my fingers and then squirted over them. I moved up her body and she kissed and sucked on my tongue and lips while I entered her. It amazed me how tight, wet and warm my pussy could be. A nigga could kill for a pussy like this, because there was no better feeling.

I decided to take my girl shopping the next day as further apology for acting a fool. We went to Garden state mall in New Jersey and I dropped twelve grand on stuff for her. We had lunch at a restaurant on the way back and then on a whim I decided to drop by my pops place and introduce them to each other.
I called him up on the phone and found out if he was home. He said he was fixing himself some lunch since it was his maid’s day off and I should come on over.

“
Wow, all these houses are so beautiful,” Angel enthused as we drove through the neighborhood.

“
I’m going to buy you one of these houses someday,” I promised. She smiled. I loved that smile. It did funny things to a nigga’s head.

“
Where are we going?” she questioned.

“
It’s a surprise.”

I turned onto my father
’s driveway.

“
Damn, this one is fucking amazing!” her eyes were like saucers. “Who lives here bay?” She asked as we exited the car.

“
You’ll see.” I took her hand and led her inside the house. This really was any amazing home. Marble tiles, twenty-four carat gold fixtures, big airy rooms with high ceilings, expensive chandeliers and antique furniture. I headed for the kitchen in search of my father. He was chopping vegetables at the center island.

“
Old man, I’m here and I brought a guest,” I announced.

He had a smile and a look of mild surprise on his face. I guess me bringing a chick home was the very last thing he expected.

“Hello and who is this gorgeous young lady.” He dried his hands on a dish towel and took Angels hands.

“
This is Angel,” I introduced. “Ma, this is my father Ricky.”

“
Angel you’re a very beautiful young lady and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“
Thanks Ricky and it nice to meet you too,” she returned with a smile.

“
Are you guys hungry?” my pops asked. “I’m making pasta.”

“
No thank you sir, we ate on our way here,” Angel declined politely.

My father gave me a look that asked why I ate when I knew he was cooking.

“We had already eaten when I called,” I explained.

He continued preparing
his lunch and Sexy and I took seats at the counter.

“
How old are you Angel,” my dad asked frankly. I knew this was coming. Shorty looked mad young today because she wasn’t wearing any makeup. With makeup she passed for 18-19 years, without it she looked like a sixteen year old.

“
I’m seventeen,” she answered nervously. I took her hand to reassure her.

“
I was ten years older than Ricardo’s mother,” he told her. “You’re still in high school?”

“
Yes sir. I will be going into my senior year in three weeks.”

“
Call me Ricky; Plans after high school.”

“
I want to attend nursing school.”

Pops nodded in approval.
“When Ricardo was eight he wanted to become a doctor.” My father laughed. “Made me buy him the play set and all. Would walk around the house with that bag telling people they had all these crazy illnesses.”

“
Thanks pops,” I retorted. “This is exactly what I need; you telling my girl all my childhood secrets.”

“
You must have looked so cute,” Angel grinned.

“
I’ve got the pictures to prove that he did indeed look cute.” My dad winked at Angel. “How about after I’m finish eating I give you a tour of the house and the family album.”

We were sitting in the living room going through the last of four albums when my twin walked in.

“Family reunion and no one invited me?” Boss intoned dryly. His gaze was zeroed in on angel’s exposed legs that were revealed by the short sundress. I would have to have a talk with a nigga about that; that shit was just plain disrespectful to me.

“
You’re welcome to join us Ramon,” pops told him.

“
No thank you. I came on business.”

“
Then you need to talk to your brother, you know that.”

“
Fine,” He glared at me. “I’ve got something I need to discuss with you.”

I wanted to laugh at him. Sometimes I wondered if they dropped him on his head when he was a little nigga. I was thinking of antagonizing him by telling him I was busy, but I knew it would on
ly get pops involved in our drama. One of these days I was gonna put him in his place though.

I got up and gave Sexy a quick kiss, just to show a nigga what was up and then followed him down the hall and into my father
’s office.

“
Well,” I said impatiently.

“
Remy got jacked by some dudes over at Saint Lakes.”

“
How much product did they get?”

“
Three bricks.”

“
So send your crew in to go get those niggas,” I responded. “You know it’s your job to take care of your own shit.”

“
I would send my guys but everyone over there knows them,” he snapped.

“
You got a lot of attitude for a nigga who’s begging for my damn help,” I retorted. “Where exactly do these cats operate?”

“
From a house on seventh ave. located directly across the projects.”

“
Write down the address and I’ll take care of it tomorrow night,” I ordered. I looked him directly in the eyes and spoke in a calm leveled voice so he would know I wasn’t fucking with him. “Next time you step to me, don’t think of me as your brother, think of me as your captain. You remember that nigga Jerry that I shot in the spine and crippled him because I had to tell him one too many times to show a nigga some respect. Don’t let the same thing happen to you.” I smiled at the look of fear in his eyes. I took the paper he had scribbled the address on and walked out the door. He got the message now, and that’s what was important.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

TYGA

I
’d been sitting in the car for the past four hours waiting for my boy Lux to report back. He was scoping out a house three blocks up the street. It was the one my brother said was the base of the stick-kids who jacked Remy for his product.

“
I wish I had some coffee at the moment,” said Dwayne from the driver’s seat. “And a couple of donuts would be good too.” He was an overweight half black-half Puerto Rican dude who was a member of my crew. The only thing he loved more than strippers and his gun was food.

“
Damn nigga, leave it to you to think of food at a time like this,” Delco chuckled from the seat behind Dwayne.

“
You know a nigga is always hungry,” he complained searching around in the glove compartment of his truck until he came up with a Sneakers bar. He ripped it open and ate it in three bites.

We all cracked up because that shit was so funny.

“I think this dude got a black hole inside his stomach,” I commented.

“
Here comes Lux.” Dwayne started in on a second Sneakers bar.

Lux was coming down the street pushing his trolley full of empty plastic bottles. He was wearing a raggedy
red shirt, dirty blue jeans, a skull cap and some busted sneakers. If you didn’t know him you would think he was homeless. He pushed his cart a little ways pass the truck and then got in.

“
What do you have?” I questioned him.

“
I think there are three niggas in the house, but I can’t be sure. That’s just how many I saw coming and going since I starting watching it.” He had been watching the house since last night so if he said there were only three chances were that the number was correct. “We going to have to use the battering ram on the front door and they have a back door, so someone is gonna have to watch that.”

“
You can watch the back. Delco and I will grab the ram and go front. Dwayne you circle the block and park one block down. We only need one of them for questioning. Drive.”

He
pulled out the parking space and rolled up the street. When he stopped in front the house Delco and I jumped out and got the ram from the back. We were both wearing head to toe black, gloves and skull caps pulled low on our heads. I had my Glock 9MM at my waist and an extra clip in my pocket.

While Lux headed for the back of the house, we ran up on the front and started pounding until it flew open.
I grabbed my gun as soon as I went through the door. It was dark in the house; it was four in the morning so niggas were probably sleeping. The light coming from the street helped out a lot. We crept into the living room as a light flicked on down the hall so I those guess those niggas knew we were coming. Some short fat Albert looking dude came out of the room.

“
What the fuck!” he exclaimed.

“
Nigga say another word and you’re dead.” I warned him. I peeped inside the room he came from to ensure it was clear. The only reason the nigga didn’t get popped was because I didn’t want to alert the others if they didn’t know what was up. I told Delco, “Keep this nigga quiet until I get back. If he as much as whispers, shoot him in the knee cap.”

I
went up the stairs and crept into the first room I came across. There was a fool sleeping in the bed and I sent him to a permanent rest with two shots to the head. I was leaving the room when the third nigga started firing at me. I ducked back in and returned fire. I got down onto my stomach and peeped out the door, as soon as I saw him duck out to shoot at me, I loaded him with bullets. I continued to clearing the rest of the upstairs before returning downstairs.

“
Mother fucker where is our product at?” I barked at the remaining victim. He gave me a disgruntled look. He wasn’t answering fast enough so I pistol whipped him in the face until it was a gory mess.  “Talk quick before the cops get here.”

“
Under the sink in the kitchen,” he choked out. Delco went to check it out and came back with a bag.

“
I got it,” he confirmed.

I shot dude in the head
three times without further ado then called Dwayne and Lux and told them we were coming out.

We
were walking down the block to the truck when a car drove by and opened fire on us. I got hit in the upper arm and that shit burnt like a mother fucker. Luckily we were close to a parked jeep and jumped behind it before we could get riddle with bullets.

“Where the fuck did they come from?” I asked in disbelief as we started blasting at them in return.

“
That’s what I’d like to know,” Delco replied.

Dwayne
rolled up the block with Lux riding shotgun and joined our gun toting party. Those cowards pulled off when they realized our back up arrived and they were outgunned. I could hear sirens in the distance. Delco and I ran to the jeep and jumped in, and we burned rubber.

“
We saw those niggas creeping by us and knew something was up,” Lux explained. “So Big D fired up the engine and followed them.”

“
What I want to know is where those niggas came from?” I said.

“
Seems like someone sent them to dead you,” Delco commented, “Because a drive-by only happens for that reason. Who knew we would be coming here tonight?”

I was thinking the same damn thing. It was so obvious who was the culprit.

“That bitch better dig a real deep hole and hide in that shit,” I spat. “Because brother or no, if he was responsible for this shit he’s gonna take a nice long nap.”

The wound in my shoulder turned out to
be a graze. We stopped by a crib we kept for cleaning up after a job and took everything we had worn that night off and stuffed them in a garbage bag to throw away. I got a shower and then had Delco put some stitches in my arm to close the graze. Even with a bottle full of Hennessey and some topical analgesic that shit still hurt like a bitch.

I knew I wasn
’t going to be able to sleep until I got this shit with my twin resolved so I rang my pops and told him I would be dropping by for an emergency. We sat at the kitchen counter drinking coffee as I related the details of the night.

“
Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” my father advised rubbing the stubble on his chin and looking as though he had aged ten years.

“
I’m not jumping to conclusions,” I assured him. “That’s why I came to you instead of going to body that nigga.”

“
I’m going to call him and tell him to come over and we’re going to figure this thing out.” My dad dialed Boss’s number and put the phone on the speaker. He didn’t answer the first call, but did the second.

“
What’s up pops?” he asked in a sleepy voice.

“
Come over to the house,” Pops ordered him.

“
I’ll drop by later.”

“
Not later Roman, come right now.” It was a command.

“
A nigga just got to bed,” Boss complained sucking his teeth. “A’ight, I’ll be there in a minute.” He ended the call.

We waited in the living room for him to arrive and thirty minutes later he showed up looking disgruntled.

“What’s the big emergency?” he questioned in a peeved tone.

“
Who in your crew knew about last night’s job?” pops demanded.

“
The only one I told was Axel, but I don’t know if he told anyone else; Why?”

“
Because mother fuckers tried to gun a nigga down last night after I left them stick-up kids place.” I said heatedly, watching his facial features for a reaction but his blank look didn’t give anything away.

“
You’re sure it wasn’t someone from the house you ran up in.”

“
Of course I’m sure nigga. Lux watched that house for a day and a half and only the three dudes we popped ever came or left from there. I was careful, I know how to do my job,” I told him in irritation. “And I know it’s not someone from my crew. I trust those dudes with my life. They’ve been on my team since day one and never betrayed me before.”

“
If you’re accusing me of something say it straight up nigga,” Boss snapped angrily.

“
I’m saying it’s either you or that grimy ass friend of yours who tried to kill me. My guess it’s the both of you,” I raged furiously. “And when I have the proof that ya’ll pussies are responsible ya’ll better dig a hole and bury ya’selves because it will be the better of two evils.”

“
Fuck you nigga,” he fumed. “You’re always…”

I flew at him and gave him a right hook to the mouth before he could finish his statement. Another punch to the face had him on the floor. I had just started stomping
on him while he tried to use his hands to protect his face, when pops pulled me off him.

“
Calm down Ricardo,” pops ordered.

“
The nigga is fucking crazy,” Boss seethed from his place on the floor, spitting blood.

“
Nigga I warned you,” I said calmly massaging my sore knuckles. “I’m the boss around here now. You need to learn respect.”

He looked to pops for a reprimand against me and when he saw none forthcoming he got pissed.
Pops knew I had to get my point across to the nigga that I ran shit now. If you had one underling disrespecting you, soon you would have many.

“
I see what’s up,” he said getting off the floor. “Ya’ll gonna do me like this. It’s all good.” He walked out without another word.

“
I’m sorry pops,” I apologized. I knew us fighting must have been hard for him, after all we were both his sons.

He sat on the sofa shaking his head.
“I knew when I gave you the reins there would be problems between you two and a need for adjustment, but all of this,” he waved his hands encompassing the room, “I never expected.”